Winter Cinder Series Novels & Stories

The light Maria was lying in her bed later that day and was recalling all the events that took place earlier that day. Her heart was heavy with pain. She could not control her feelings when the thought of missing a chance to go to boarding school crept in. The tears were pouring uncontrollably and her pillow was wet. She missed her family. She missed being her parents's child. Most of all she missed being at home. They did not have everything they wished for but at least they were happy. She enjoyed being at home with people who loved her unconditionally. That was something she lacked and longed for at that particular moment. always heard the stories of children who grew up without parents a

But stories could lie. “Positions,” Zara ordered softly. Her team of mixed wolves and witches fanned out, shadows among shadows. No banners, no moonlight, only the dull pulse of danger guiding their steps. They had tracked the Cinder Queen’s loyalists for weeks: whispers of stolen relics, half-burned sigils, a rhythm of disappearances that matched the old Hollow rites. Each clue led back to this scar of a place.

Wendy went downstairs and saw Belinda seated in a wheelchair as Vivian pushed her inside, followed by a whole group of people carrying boxes and luggage. “Well, look who finally decided to come downstairs.” Belinda lifted her eyelids with a cold smirk. “I thought you were planning to hide in your room for the rest of your life.” Vivian stood beside her, holding a cup of tea. She said gently, “Belinda has just finished rehab. The doctor said she needs to walk around more.”

However, he never showed himself, leaving me with no chance to vent my frustration. This absurd routine continued until the Snowcrest New Year. It was the grandest festival on the Snowcrest Plateau. To my surprise, John did not show up. By the time the sun was setting, I overheard people talking. Another avalanche had struck the Skyspire Mountains. My eyelid twitched. A moment later, the neighbor’s daughter spotted me and asked in surprise, “Dr. Summer, isn’t that handsome guy with you? He went to get you a gift, didn’t he?”

I couldn’t be bothered to deal with him and told security to throw him out, but while they weren’t paying attention, he rushed inside. Holding the roses, he dropped to his knees in front of me. "Calista, please give me one more chance. I can’t live without you." At that moment, one of the employees suddenly saw a news alert and shouted, "The Kade Group’s stock is crashing, and they’re facing massive debt! "President Virel, don’t let him fool you. He’s desperate now. He just wants to drain you dry. A scumbag like that is best avoided for life. He’s absolutely disgusting."

Marissa was about to flare up, but I pointed at Kyle's neck and said coldly, "Marissa Langley, what right did you have to give Nora's protection pendant to someone else?" Marissa's expression changed, and the words stuck in her throat. That pendant had been made from a family heirloom of mine. My daughter had worn it since birth, for fifteen full years. "It's just an object," Marissa said coldly. "Kyle kept catching little colds around that time, so I gave it to him for protection. "Owen Duncan, why do you always have to fixate on these tiny things?" I slowly lowered my hand. Little colds. Tiny things.

A cool and familiar female voice came from behind us. At some point, my sister had walked over. She wore a sharp professional skirt suit, her presence fully unleashed. She came to my side and gave me a reproachful look. "Why aren't you going in? What are you doing out here in the wind? Aren't you cold?" Lydia's eyes locked onto my sister, then flicked back to me. She screeched. "Connor! You! You actually betrayed me! You sold your body for orders!"

"It really has been a long time since you've been back, hasn't it?" "Too long." Caden watched the scenery pass by and Jocelyn wondered what he was thinking. The evergreens were covered in white snow, creating the perfect Christmas postcard. In fact, many photographers had used the winter landscape of Christmas Cove over the years for just that reason. Within minutes, the trees gave way to a castle made with huge white stones that shimmered in the sunlight. In the back was what looked to be ski slopes with white snow as far as the eye could see behind it. "Wow."

She wiggled her eyebrows at me—as if what she were saying made the idea somehow more appealing. "It's a private school." I chuckled, shaking my head at the stupidity I found in her statement. "Every dance we have is invested with over thousands of dollars. They're all the biggest." "Yes—but this one is the winter one which is always better than the spring one." Preslie retorted, her tone defensive. "Yeah—peanut butter and jelly is always better with bread." I rolled my eyes, sighing at my weak comeback. "How does the season signify which will be better?"

Rowan responded with a harsh expression, “this is not a normal storm we’re talking about. It’s not the weather of the natural world.” Alex raised an eyebrow curiously. Matheus could sense his perplexity. “Have you felt the days getting colder?” he began with a foreboding tone of voice. “For many generations, the elders of our culture predicted the pattern of a great and devastating winter storm. Occurring in a precise twelve-year cycle, these mountains endure freezing winds powerful enough to uproot trees with ease, and temperatures so cold that even the flesh of the strongest man would crumble at the force of its bite. It is an unnatural event, and our ancestors believed it to symbolize a n